Mo Lin glanced at Ye Ningning's friends.
These friends, surprisingly, like Ye Ningning, don't believe in ghosts?
This made Mo Lin very puzzled.
Ye Ningning can't see ghosts, but do his friends also not see ghosts?
Mo Lin cast a questioning look at a woman nearby, "Why don't they believe in ghosts?"
"These people, like my daughter, can't see ghosts, so they don't believe in them either," the woman explained to Mo Lin.
This was just too strange. Ye Ningning's special constitution made her unable to see ghosts, but are her friends special too?
Isn't it too coincidental?
Ye Ningning snorted coldly, "Anyway, I don't believe in ghosts."
Mo Lin didn't argue further; once the ghost appears, she'll be convinced upon seeing it.
"Stay here, I'll definitely let you see a ghost."
"Alright, I'll wait," Ye Ningning responded again.
Night fell swiftly.
The sound of insects chirping could be heard all around.
This was a cemetery, a place where ghosts should appear.
